Label Me a Star Lyrics

Straight off the top been going so damn hard been chasing after guap

And skinny jeans still got the tags on

With a pocket full of knots in something foreign still got my glock

They swing that block bro on that car

I tell my dawg i'm fucked off drink but he still label me a star

And rockstar shit still got the tags on

Got yeezy's for my kicks

I could've went and bought a vv chain but i rather bust down my bitch

They me shining they think i'm lit bitch i've been grinding since i was a jit

And it's so many things that i've done seen that i wish that i could forget

I know they hate to see the kid winning they've been hating on a youngin but its nothing

To tell the truth i get so high i see my cousin

Get off that drink it hurt my stomach they tell me slow down but i'm thugging

And any nigga claim it's smoke with me can get up bitch it's nothing

I'm still gone shine for all them rainy days

No way to hide the pain i go insane

I lost my brother to some bitch nigga who lost his brains

Might go put meaty on my chain this just some thoughts before the fame

Lil shawty say she love a nigga but i don't even know her name

Come on the court and change the game

Shooting from deep soon as they put me in

Still got so much love left for ms.barbara cause she took me in

Catching flights to go across the world because they booking me

Doing things i never thought i do so take a look again

Youngin from the trenches i'm still gone shine for my mama you don't these problems

Get up out my face boy we got guns like osama you don't wanna beef bout that drama

I don't like to speak let's be honest

I don't wanna tweak but say the wrong shit you'll be sleep by the morning

Straight off the top been going so damn hard been chasing after guap

And skinny jeans still got the tags on

With a pocket full of knots in something foreign still got my glock

They swing that block bro on that car

I tell my dawg i'm fucked off drink but he still label me a star

Straight off the top been going so damn hard been chasing after guap

And skinny jeans still got the tags on

With a pocket full of knots in something foreign still got my glock

They swing that block bro on that car

I tell my dawg i'm fucked off drink but he still label me a star

It's so much pain that i've been holding on i'm trying to let it go but i don't know

They ask me why i get so high that's why i smoke

Try and talk to meaty just to cope

Get off them drugs and let it go i know they wanna see me fall but i won't go out like no hoe

And why these niggas wanna play crazy

Mmcht

Like we ain't terrorize these niggas and i put that on my babies

We ducked them shots thank god we made it

Created a bond with my god mama got so much love for that lady